She stopped and looked back for a second, and Ritchie had an urge to leave the car, but thought it was best that she dealt with them now. She said something that Ritchie couldn't make out because there was a loud thunder right then, and soon she was squeezing herself into the chevy. When she finally sat down, he turned on the engine without asking anything, he could see she was in a hurry. She was soaking wet, which made the white t-shirt she was wearing almost see-through, showing her large chest and tits heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. Dio's Rock 'n' Roll Children was playing on the radio.
"Do you... huff... do you think I'm ugly, kid?" she asked, tears rolling down her round face.
"What kinda question is that? You know how crazy I am for you."
"But I'm fat. You can't say no to that."
"You're right about that. You are fat, and I can't say no to that," he scoffed.
To his surprise, she laughed too.
"Fuck, you like it, don't you? You fucking pervert. I knew you were putting extra fries in my Stud Combos," she said, looking out the window.
"Hey, I do it because it makes you happy. It's fine if you gain weight in the process. Honestly I was never interested in... chubby... girlsâ"
"Chubby," she mocked, pinching her upper belly.
"Yeah," he continued, "but with you, it just feels like you're more beautiful everyday."
"Well, it's good you think that, because now I'm moving in with you," she said, pointing at her luggage on the back seat.
"You're more than welcome, I always thought of asking you anyway," he said, and he meant it.
"Shit, I've got to find a job to help you out, though," she added.
Suddenly her stomach grumbled loudly.
"We can deal with that later, let's go home and I'll prepare you something to eat," Ritchie concluded.
When they got home she showered and changed into black undies â she was wearing the biggest men's underwear she could find because they covered more area â and an oversized Iron Maiden t-shirt that covered all of her midsection, even though it sat up on her ass, failing to cover her big asscheeks. She went on to the speaker and put on a record, a calm tune for a change, and went on to the kitchen, where Ritchie was making her a selection of burgers from the restaurant. Chrissie hugged him from the back and looked greedily at the kitchen counter, where the burgers were being prepared.
"Please tell me you're also going to eat," she said.
"No way, I already ate at the restaurant before leaving, this is all for you," he answered.
"What do you mean this is all for me? It's way too much," she said worriedly, but her stomach loudly grunted again.
"Someone seems to disagree," he said, pinching her gut.
"One of these days I won't be able to fit into that pretty car of yours, and then I want to see what you're gonna do," she replied sarcastically, walking back to the living room, her big asscheeks covered in cellulite wobbling from side to side.
"How dramatic..." he answered, pouring down another batch of french fries in a big bowl.
She started eating saying she was not going to finish it all, and that he had gone through way too much trouble. Eating rapidly she finished the first burger, and grabbed a handful of fries to shove inside her mouth. The TV kept all of her attention, as Ritchie had put on a VHS of The Thing. She chugged a big cup of coke, without noticing that the boy had just filled it a second time, and then she let out a big burp, apologizing absentmindedly. The movie was very interesting. She ate the second burger without even noticing, and then she burped again, seemingly slowing down, but still grabbing fries by the handful.
"This is... UUUURP!... really fucking good, Ritch, I just don't think I'll be able to finish it," she said, speaking with her mouth full and without looking at the coffee table where the food was.
Chugging on the soda she burped some more, and then she grabbed her t-shirt and lifted it up, caressing her full stomach, her eyes unmoved from the film. She grabbed the last burger, a fourth one, greasy and heavy, with bacon and onion rings inside. With both hands she devoured it. Her round cheeks were covered in sauce and grease, even her small nose was red with ketchup when she finally finished the meal. Her hands tapped the bottom of the bowl, but there were no more french fries.
BWWWAAAARRRRRP! She belched loudly, gas exiting her outstretched stomach.
"Fuck... puff... sorry... hah... that was great..." she said with difficulty, caressing her own belly. The boy got up from the armchair and started to caress the huge double belly with both his hands.
She had her legs spread open, so the belly had some space to rest on, and her thighs were sprawled over the couch, that, under her body, looked way smaller than it was.
"Told ya," Ritchie said, pointing at the empty plates and bowl.
"I...? Huff... Holy... urp... crap... I ate everything?" she asked, her big eyes looking pitifully at him.
Her round face was all red, full of shame, under all the grease from the food.
"Yup," he said, wiping her nose, "and I hope that you saved room for dessert."